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Vanborough's swarthy complexion slowly turned pale. He cast one furtive glance at Mr. Kendrew, and turned away again. "Well," he said to the lawyer, "now for your opinion! What is the law?" "The law," answered Mr. Delamayn, "is beyond all doubt or dispute. Your marriage with Miss Anne Silvester is no marriage at all." Mr. Kendrew started to his feet. "What do you mean?" he asked, sternly.
"Have I any right to advise on it?" "You have the right of an old friend." "Then, why not tell me frankly what it is?" There was another moment of embarrassment on Mr. Vanborough's part. "It will come better," he answered, "from a third person, whom I expect here every minute. He is in possession of all the facts and he is better able to state them than I am." "Who is the person?"
He only repeated, "Go into the garden!" Lady Jane began to perceive, what the lawyer had discovered some minutes previously that there was something wrong in the villa at Hampstead. The lady of the house was a lady in an anomalous position of some kind. And as the house, to all appearance, belonged to Mr. Vanborough's friend, Mr.
There was but one more favor that Fortune could confer on her spoiled child and Fortune bestowed it. There was a spot on Mr. Vanborough's past life as long as the woman lived whom he had disowned and deserted. At the end of the first year Death took her and the spot was rubbed out. She had met the merciless injury inflicted on her with a rare patience, with an admirable courage. It is due to Mr.
Kendrew started, and showed the first tokens of interest in the proceedings which had escaped him yet. Mr. Delamayn looked at him for a moment, and went on. "The case," he resumed, "as originally stated by you, and taken down in writing by our head-clerk." Mr. Vanborough's temper began to show itself again. "What have we got to do with that now?" he asked.
Is there such a thing as hereditary love as well?" Before the guest could answer, his attention was claimed by the master of the house. "Kendrew," said Mr. Vanborough, "when you have had enough of domestic sentiment, suppose you take a glass of wine?" The words were spoken with undisguised contempt of tone and manner. Mrs. Vanborough's color rose.
"Pardon me for speaking in that familiar way. I have not the pleasure of knowing your husband's name." In speechless amazement Mrs. Vanborough's eyes followed the direction of Lady Jane's eyes and rested on the lawyer, personally a total stranger to her. Mr. Delamayn, resolutely waiting his opportunity to speak, seized it once more and held it this time. "I beg your pardon," he said.
Vanborough's lawyer rose, till the peerage received him, and he could rise no longer; while Mr. The man's career was ended; and on the day when the nomination of the new peer was announced, the man ended with it. He laid the newspaper aside without making any remark, and went out.
Vanborough told me you were that gentleman's wife." Mr. Vanborough whispered fiercely to his wife through his clenched teeth. "The whole thing is a mistake. Go into the garden again!" Mrs. Vanborough's indignation was suspended for the moment in dread, as she saw the passion and the terror struggling in her husband's face. "How you look at me!" she said. "How you speak to me!"
Do I see a lady in the garden? I hope I have not driven her away." She looked round, and appealed to Mr. Vanborough. "Your friend's wife?" she asked, and, on this occasion, waited for a reply. In Mr. Vanborough's situation what reply was possible? Mrs.
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